Chapter 34: Because the Timing's Right

"I'm not." 

Cleo raised a single brow on what Misha mumbled, she gave an unconvincing look and held the can of beer tightly. "Fool yourself." 

She doesn't drink, she was on the right age to drink but she doesn't want to taste any alcohol, she saw what alcohol can do to your body and it's unpleasant so no one can convinced her to drink one. 

"No. Really. I just thought this is a great way to sympathize you." 

Even though that one only wants to symphathize you or was just a messed up bitch and assumed that she needed it. 

Blanche doesn't know what to reply. Misha had always been there since her childhood, both Astolfo watched her grew up. 

She was tempted to taste a beer because of that. Misha was right, she needed someone's sympathy right now. 

"Thank you." 

"Remember the guy you killed? He was connected with the Crowne's," Misha said in a more loud voice that she didn't know